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Name: Ravenstar
Gender: Tom
Age: 39 moons
Rank: Thunderclan Leader
Description: If you look into a pool of water at midnight, with no clouds in the sky and the stars shining the only thing you would be able to see would be his eyes. This tom is a rather large thick furred Chausie (a breed in development and not yet recognized). Although is fur is thin in the summer, to allow him to stay cooler with his jet black fur, it does get thicker in the winter in order for him to keep body heat in. His face isn't long, but it isn't short either, it is more of a wedge shape. His ears are small but compared to his head they are the right size, as is his nose. His eyes are an unusual silver color, in a pool of un disturbed water on a clear starry night his eyes almost match the stars.
Even with his smaller compact body he is also lean, and lithe. He weighs just around eight pounds, maybe seven and a half. Along his left front shoulder is a long scar that is colored and off black. He acquired that scar from a battle as a very young warrior. Besides that one long scar he has several small ones that are not noticeable. His tail is long to help him keep balance with his smaller paws. Because of his smaller paws his claws can not retract all of the way, this does not mean he has long claws just average.
Short Discription: Jet black cat with silver eyes
Accesories: Around his left ankle is a metal band with saphire's embeded in a line around the center of the band.
Personality: Loyalty is the first trait on this cats list, it's that and trust. Ever since he was a kit and almost his whole family was killed he had been loyal to his clan, he made one mistake once but never again. The next thing on his list of traits is trust. He is a very trust worthy cat and always listens to cats above him, and below him if they are needed to be listened too. But the trust is a hard thing to gain from him, he hardly trusts anyone and believes that any cat is capable of killing in an instant. Another trait he has is compassion, compassion toward that someone special or his mother. He has always stuck by his mother's side even though she sunk into a depression, she is slowly coming out of it though.
To go along with the good traits there has to be a few bad ones right? Well he has those, the main one is an anger issue. Since he watched his family get slaughtered, and was treated as if he was mentally insane he has built up a wall that he believes will never come down. If a cat bugs him about one thing for too long, he freaks out but never attacks anyone unless they attack first. There is a slight depression that goes along with the anger, just something that he falls into to rest on, it isn't the bad type of depression just the type hat lets you get back up on your feet. Another issue he has is instinct, this isn't bad but it could be. He has built up this instant reaction to any loud noise or something that spooks him. He unsheathes his claws at the slightest of movements, afraid that rogue is still out there, in the back of his mind he knows that isn't true.
History:As a kit Ravenstrike was lonely and had no friends. His mother was a young queen and had a littler of three kits, Raven being one of them. His father was a warrior in the clan and came to visit every day, until he died. Ravenstrike was nearly and apprentice when his father died, as well as his brother, but his sister survived. His father was outside the camp with the two them, his mother back in camp. A rouge was prowling around in Windclan territory and attacked the group of three. Raven ran away because his father told him too, but he is still distressed to this day because he didn't stay and help. When he returned to the clan and spoke with his mother, she was distraught.
As an apprentice he was cunning, yet afraid. He stuck by his mother every step of the way, and comforting her when she needed it. His mother's name is Flintfire and she is still alive, as a senior warrior. During his apprenticing days he stayed loyal to his clan and listened to everything he was told. Then when he was getting close to becoming a warrior he got careless and ate on a hunting partoll, he payed to price and bashed himself for it.
The day he became a warrior was one of the best days in his mother's and his lives. He was given the name Ravenstrike because of his excellent fighting abilities, and his fighting in a battle. He sat vigil alone that night and no one came to greet him, he had felt alone. He has felt alone that night and every night after that, no friends for no reason. His best and only friend (as far as he knows) would be his mother.
When it was time for the deputy of Thunderclan to step up and become leader he was chosen as the new deputy. Never having many friends himself he was slightly nervous of holding this responsibility on his shoulders, however he's pulled it off well. He often sat at the edge of the camp watching the clearing, after all he likes to have time to himself. But when it was time for him to step up and take the leader position, he did it 'boldly' and made it clear that he'd help the clan rise to greatness.
RP sample:As the day drew to night and the whistling winds began to die down cats moved in from hunting to sleep. Two Silver colored eyes darted from one multi-colored cat carrying a rabbit, blinking the black cat moved forward. Tail close and body close to the ground he moved through the dry Moorland grass over to the she-cat. Parting his jaws he spoke, "Flintfire, Need help?" Flintfire was his mother, she was becoming elderly, but she was still young enough to pass off as a senior warrior. She shook her head and gave a muffled mew before continuing toward camp. Blinking he looked away to the entrance where silhouettes of cats moved about.
A low growl sounded from somewhere behind him. Whirling around to see whom was there, but there was no one. Ear flattening he took a few steps forward, jaws parted and claws unsheathed. Shadowclan? Just as the thought passed by he was hit hard from the left, his paws skidded under him as claws dug into his fur. Yowling in shock he scrambled against his attacker, the scent was familiar. Scrabbling against his attackers stomach he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of several colors before the attacker hissed and leaped away. Dragging his paws under him he looked around, found the scent trail and tailed the attacker. But as he moved along he realized no, he was moving closer to the Shadowclan border, baring his teeth and giving a low growl he turned around and retreated back to camp.
Other: Keep in mind, his history is a ROUGH outline. He was a loner when he became a warrior due to asking the previous leader permission. During this time many things happened, so you never know what might come up.
Gender: Tom
Age: 39 moons
Rank: Thunderclan Leader
Description: If you look into a pool of water at midnight, with no clouds in the sky and the stars shining the only thing you would be able to see would be his eyes. This tom is a rather large thick furred Chausie (a breed in development and not yet recognized). Although is fur is thin in the summer, to allow him to stay cooler with his jet black fur, it does get thicker in the winter in order for him to keep body heat in. His face isn't long, but it isn't short either, it is more of a wedge shape. His ears are small but compared to his head they are the right size, as is his nose. His eyes are an unusual silver color, in a pool of un disturbed water on a clear starry night his eyes almost match the stars.
Even with his smaller compact body he is also lean, and lithe. He weighs just around eight pounds, maybe seven and a half. Along his left front shoulder is a long scar that is colored and off black. He acquired that scar from a battle as a very young warrior. Besides that one long scar he has several small ones that are not noticeable. His tail is long to help him keep balance with his smaller paws. Because of his smaller paws his claws can not retract all of the way, this does not mean he has long claws just average.
Short Discription: Jet black cat with silver eyes
Accesories: Around his left ankle is a metal band with saphire's embeded in a line around the center of the band.
Personality: Loyalty is the first trait on this cats list, it's that and trust. Ever since he was a kit and almost his whole family was killed he had been loyal to his clan, he made one mistake once but never again. The next thing on his list of traits is trust. He is a very trust worthy cat and always listens to cats above him, and below him if they are needed to be listened too. But the trust is a hard thing to gain from him, he hardly trusts anyone and believes that any cat is capable of killing in an instant. Another trait he has is compassion, compassion toward that someone special or his mother. He has always stuck by his mother's side even though she sunk into a depression, she is slowly coming out of it though.
To go along with the good traits there has to be a few bad ones right? Well he has those, the main one is an anger issue. Since he watched his family get slaughtered, and was treated as if he was mentally insane he has built up a wall that he believes will never come down. If a cat bugs him about one thing for too long, he freaks out but never attacks anyone unless they attack first. There is a slight depression that goes along with the anger, just something that he falls into to rest on, it isn't the bad type of depression just the type hat lets you get back up on your feet. Another issue he has is instinct, this isn't bad but it could be. He has built up this instant reaction to any loud noise or something that spooks him. He unsheathes his claws at the slightest of movements, afraid that rogue is still out there, in the back of his mind he knows that isn't true.
History:As a kit Ravenstrike was lonely and had no friends. His mother was a young queen and had a littler of three kits, Raven being one of them. His father was a warrior in the clan and came to visit every day, until he died. Ravenstrike was nearly and apprentice when his father died, as well as his brother, but his sister survived. His father was outside the camp with the two them, his mother back in camp. A rouge was prowling around in Windclan territory and attacked the group of three. Raven ran away because his father told him too, but he is still distressed to this day because he didn't stay and help. When he returned to the clan and spoke with his mother, she was distraught.
As an apprentice he was cunning, yet afraid. He stuck by his mother every step of the way, and comforting her when she needed it. His mother's name is Flintfire and she is still alive, as a senior warrior. During his apprenticing days he stayed loyal to his clan and listened to everything he was told. Then when he was getting close to becoming a warrior he got careless and ate on a hunting partoll, he payed to price and bashed himself for it.
The day he became a warrior was one of the best days in his mother's and his lives. He was given the name Ravenstrike because of his excellent fighting abilities, and his fighting in a battle. He sat vigil alone that night and no one came to greet him, he had felt alone. He has felt alone that night and every night after that, no friends for no reason. His best and only friend (as far as he knows) would be his mother.
When it was time for the deputy of Thunderclan to step up and become leader he was chosen as the new deputy. Never having many friends himself he was slightly nervous of holding this responsibility on his shoulders, however he's pulled it off well. He often sat at the edge of the camp watching the clearing, after all he likes to have time to himself. But when it was time for him to step up and take the leader position, he did it 'boldly' and made it clear that he'd help the clan rise to greatness.
RP sample:As the day drew to night and the whistling winds began to die down cats moved in from hunting to sleep. Two Silver colored eyes darted from one multi-colored cat carrying a rabbit, blinking the black cat moved forward. Tail close and body close to the ground he moved through the dry Moorland grass over to the she-cat. Parting his jaws he spoke, "Flintfire, Need help?" Flintfire was his mother, she was becoming elderly, but she was still young enough to pass off as a senior warrior. She shook her head and gave a muffled mew before continuing toward camp. Blinking he looked away to the entrance where silhouettes of cats moved about.
A low growl sounded from somewhere behind him. Whirling around to see whom was there, but there was no one. Ear flattening he took a few steps forward, jaws parted and claws unsheathed. Shadowclan? Just as the thought passed by he was hit hard from the left, his paws skidded under him as claws dug into his fur. Yowling in shock he scrambled against his attacker, the scent was familiar. Scrabbling against his attackers stomach he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of several colors before the attacker hissed and leaped away. Dragging his paws under him he looked around, found the scent trail and tailed the attacker. But as he moved along he realized no, he was moving closer to the Shadowclan border, baring his teeth and giving a low growl he turned around and retreated back to camp.
Other: Keep in mind, his history is a ROUGH outline. He was a loner when he became a warrior due to asking the previous leader permission. During this time many things happened, so you never know what might come up.
